Yes, I remember my first MFM..
Me, hubby and (soon-to-be) fuck-buddy were sitting around, visiting, talking etc.
Fuck-buddy was (is) a long time friend of hubbys, Ergo we spent a lot of time together.
Hubby and I had always teased each other about threesomes, gangbangs etc.
There was always a bit of a sexual "spark" between FB and I..
On this particular evening we had a few drinks, I was wearing a polka dot halter top.
There was plenty of comments, and sexual innuendo's flying around, particularly about how two of the "dots" on my top were sticking out somewhat, and just WHAT would cause THAT..
Finally, I thought fukkit, and peeled my top off.
Very shortly after, I was in the bedroom getting fuckked by two cocks..
I had no prior "mental planning" of doing this, but I guess in my subconscious mind I really wanted it.
A few glasses of wine lowered my inhibitions, and kicked aside a (somewhat) puritan upbringing.
I got ROYALY fuckked!
I was on a sexual high for a few days, but then doubt and those puritan morals started creeping in to my psyche.
Hubby and I had a long discussion about it, and we decided that everybody had a lot of fun, no one got hurt, so...it was a GOOD thing.
As hubby said "it's fun, it's done, and for the rest of all time, you won't put THAT toothpaste back in the tube.. The white stuff is out... forever."
I thought about it, and decided that he was right!
So we did it again..
And again..
Etc..
It always took a ******* or two to calm the butterflies that I felt, heading in to a double-fuck, but over time I became more and more comfortable with it.
Things got to the point where I would bump into Fuck-buddy at the grocery store or somewhere, and invite him home for a "*******"...with a wink-wink involved.
We both knew I was inviting him home to fuck me.
We had a lot of fun